Sitting on the soft bed, hand on her forehead holding the towel
in place, I had a full view of her athletic figure as she lay
immobile. The unbuttoned polo T revealed one of a small glimpse
into the beginning of her cleavage. I had not noticed this before,
but it looked like there was a hint of a sexy mole that lay semi
hidden by the fabric, right where the bottom of the valleys
met.
It felt like I was sitting there for an eternity, reveling in the
view I had of this colleague of mine whom I thought so badly of
just a couple of hours ago. Underneath that workaholic exterior was
still a woman who needed tender loving care and concern.
Feeling a bit of grogginess myself from the liquor intake, I did
not intend to stay very long with Yumi. If only events would have
turned out like what the waiter had imagined. I thought
wistfully.
Never shit where you eat.
This long forgotten tip from an ex-colleague of mine came to me as
sudden as an oncoming train. I wonder how much of it is put into
practice these days as affairs and one night stands are more
apparent amongst Singaporeans lately.
Shaking that thought away and really yearning for my own bed in my
room, I shook Yumi slightly and was rewarded with her tired eyes
opening and looking up directly at me.
Yumi, I need to go and rest. Drink the tea when you can ok? She
nodded her acknowledgement as I stood up and proceeded to leave her
room.
Back where I belonged, I felt too heady and tired to take a shower.
The warm bed was too inviting as I crept in, turned off the lights
and tried to fall asleep. Whenever I drank too much, it always felt
as if I could hear my own heartbeat and feel my blood rushing to my
head with every pump. It was hard to sleep, always.
I replayed my dinner date over and over again. The waiter. The
words he said. Yumi laughing. Frankly, if it all ended up in a
sexual encounter, even though nothings going to come out of it, I
am fine with it. I have gone beyond desperate, just short of paying
for sexual services.
The ringing of the phone broke the silence. What was it this time?
Did I forget something at the restaurant? It wouldnt have been
anyone from the office as they would have called my mobile
directly.
I leaned over and picked it up, expecting it to be a call from the
hotel staff, thinking of a few snide comments if it was something
minor for them to interrupt me trying to get to my dreamland.
Grimnar-san, hello. A very sensual female voice came over the
other side. It was Yumi. Interesting. Now maybe the night wasnt
going to end after all.
I smiled into the phone and replied, Yes Yumi? Do you need any
help?
Its ok. I just want to say thank you. You are very sweet. It
felt like we were secondary school kids in courtship being so
courteous to one another.
Well it was only a simple call to say thanks, what was I expecting.
You are welcome. Now go and have a rest ok? If you need anything
just call me. I was feeling half grumpy from being disturbed and
half disappointed from thinking that this is all that is going to
happen.
Grimnar-san?
Yes?
Tomorrow we try again? I want you to get lucky like the waiter
said. Good night. As soon as she said this, the line went dead and
I was left holding on to the handset, taking in the words that she
has just said.
Was that spoken in her drunken stupor? Or was it a sign from the
gods, yet again?
Laying back down, I could feel my heart working even harder as I
tried to absorb this change of events. I was trying to be my
analytical self once again. But as usual, whenever it came to
affairs of the crotch, analyzing be damned!
I didnt know when I fell asleep but when I opened my eyes, it was
sunny Friday. It was tonight she was referring to. And would the
curse upon me which made Sex reject me like a handsome gay saying
no to a hot woman be lifted? I had less than 24 hours to
tell.
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Just added a short update to the story and want you guys to know I
am still updating the blog.
Feel free to drop by at http://storytellingtime.blogspot.com
Working on finishing this and then moving on to more tales for your
reading pleasure.
Grimnar
